Friday, December 20, 2013

Christmas in Iowa

Seems like my post these days are very inconsistent...finishing my holiday shopping, 
...work all done .....houses ready to close while I'm gone and ready to close when I'm back, showings set up and paperwork done. And thank you for assistants.
for a week in Iowa with family. Weather makes us think we might be here longer. And that's ok with us😄

 I did manage to finish a couple pieces of jewelry before I left to bring along for gifts. 
Funny thing now is there is a huge winter storm headed our way and family may or may not make it here. We may not be able to fly out to go home....that's ok. We love being here with family. Twice a year is not enough time to spend with those you love. So just having time to be around those you love is a gift. One of the best gifts one can ask for.  I'll try and set one of those New  Year Resolutions to be a better blogger. I hope you and your family have a Merry Christmas. 

Thursday, December 5, 2013

One Year Ago



One year ago from today, I set in the hospital room with my Dad during his final moments of life. He fought till the very end. That morning I was amazed that he ate his breakfast and later I found that none of it was going down. His body was shutting down. He was fighting to stay alive. The nurse ask me if he was waiting on someone, because the end was very near. I remember feeling shocked.  I don't know if I was in denial, not wanting to let him go.  I felt we were going to get through this battle one more time.We had made many trips to the hospital over the past ten months.
I called the rest of the family to come. And shortly there after, they moved him to Intensive Care for his privacy....his final hours. I watch his breathing become slower and slower until that one last breath.  One year ago today.

I didn't know if today would be hard. I woke up and thought about him first thing this morning. But, I wake and think of him very often. Sometimes in the middle of the night. Driving down the road. I'm still missing him. We grew closer in the past eleven years after my Mother passed away. I felt a responsibility to look after him. I cooked for him often. His favorite thing for me to cook was roast and potatoes.  So, I felt the thing to do was to fix that meal in remembrance of him. It comforted me.